Today I did something for the first time in New York. I cooked. I chopped onions, messed up multiple dishes and even turned on the oven. Most New Yorkers use their kitchen cupboards and ovens as closets. In my last apartment, we had sweaters in one cupboard. I never even opened the half-size oven, so I’m not sure what was in there.
Until now, most of my cooking has meant making soup from a mix, grilled cheese or pasta with sauce from a jar. But my roommate is out of town, so I decided it was my big chance to use every dish in the kitchen. I made soup and rigatoni with chicken sausage. I made enough to freeze, just like I used to do back in Seattle.
Only it’s a little harder than in Seattle. First, I had to go to Bed, Bath and Beyond to buy things I once owned, like baking dishes, food storage containers, spatulas, a colander and a cheese grater.
Then I went to Food Emporium for ingredients. I found everything I needed except rosemary. I walked about one avenue and three blocks home with my three bags.
The real challenge came when I got into the kitchen. We have a decent size pot for boiling pasta. The saute pan, however, was teeny. The baking dish I bought wasn’t big enough for the whole recipe, so I had to put it together and bake it in halves. The chopping knives I found on the counter don’t deserve the title of “knives” The counter space was seriously lacking.
Still, I felt like I was in my element. Music was on, kitchen smelled fantastic and I poured a glass of wine. Someone really needs to get to the gym tomorrow.